Between Omar and the still unfinished 100-page photobook, I finally finished reading Neverwhere yesterday. It was by far my favourite Gaiman novel yet. The book is fully of delightful weirdness set in a hidden underground world below the city of London. Gaiman is the king of weird. In a way, Neverwhere was like Stardust in being an adventure, except that our accidental hero Richard Mayhew didn’t set out looking for one like Tristran Thorn did.
Highly recommended.
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